Chapter 60 At least give him a nest

Xiong Shengxi heard Duan Anluo's words and asked nervously, "Master Duan, do you mean that her problem is very serious?"

Duan Anluo said firmly: "If you don't come today, you won't be able to come tomorrow."

"I understand." If these words came from anyone else, Xiong Shengxi might have suspected that they were exaggerating for profit. But coming from Duan Anluo, he took them as an imperial decree. He immediately hung up the phone and contacted a friend to rush the girl over. If anything went wrong, it would be too late to regret.

Duan Anluo opened Si Cang's armory and instantly understood why Si Cang looked down on the treasures he dug out from the wood ashes. Si Cang was really too rich!

Shelves three meters high and half a meter wide line three walls, and in the open space in the middle, there are seven more shelves standing from left to right.

As Duan Anluo stood at the door, he was immediately struck by the chilling murderous aura of cold weapons. Every weapon here had tasted blood and witnessed life and death.

Si Cang's preference can be seen from the way they are placed: cold weapons are his favorite, occupying the most conspicuous position, with space left for each piece, and some even come with scabbards.

Next are some short blades with simple shapes, sharp edges and a sinister aura.

Further back, there were some unremarkable blunt instruments, three or five of them huddled together, covered in dust. It was obvious that Si Cang didn't like them very much and was too lazy to wipe them.

There were several large black boxes stacked in the corner, crammed with weapons and old, unused items. Even from a distance, one could sense the spiritual energy fluctuations within them; some had even developed spiritual awareness.

These should be the spoils that Si Cang had accumulated while carrying out his missions. He just threw away these good things so carelessly. Duan Anluo thought with disdain: Si Cang is such a spendthrift! Even more so than before!

Duan Anluo stepped in, and the murderous aura suddenly surged towards him like a physical object. He tutted in dissatisfaction: "You still have a bad temper?"

He came to choose weapons for the children, not to ask for the ancestors' help.

Duan Anluo unceremoniously released his own aura to fight back, and the restless atmosphere in the warehouse died down instantly.

The way Qi You stared at Si Cang's heirloom long sword revealed his preference for it. Duan Anluo walked straight to the long sword shelf: two Tang swords, a Miao sword, and the rest were broadswords.

He grasped one of the Tang swords; it felt cold and heavy, its blade flowing smoothly and carrying a murderous aura. The other sword was simple and majestic, pitch black and exuding a sense of heaviness.

Unable to decide which one Qi You would like, Duan Anluo simply took out his cell phone and made a video call.

"Xiao Qi, this is your master's wife's arsenal. Which one do you like? Master will bring it back to you."

Qi You on the other side of the screen was doing his homework. When he suddenly saw so many weapons, his eyes lit up: "So many!"

So cool! I wish I could go in and see it in person!

Duan Anluo smiled and pointed the camera at the two Tang swords: "Which long sword do you like?"

"Master, move the camera a little to the left."

Duan Anluo moved left as instructed.

"Master, move a little further to the left."

It wasn't until the camera panned to a long black sword standing in the corner that Qi You called out, "Master, look at this!"

Duan Anluo took a closer look. It was a weapon far longer than a typical waist sword, measuring at least 1.7 meters. The other weapons were lying on the shelves, but this one was standing in the corner.

"Kid, weapons can't be too big. It's taller than you. How can you use it?"

"But," Qi You insisted, "it's handsome."

Duan Anluo smiled helplessly. This sword was indeed handsome and full of murderous aura. It had reacted most violently when he entered the room earlier, but now it was as silent as scrap metal, motionless. Qi You, a child who had barely grown any hair, would probably have trouble controlling a sword that had already developed spiritual consciousness.

He examined it carefully. The blade had a slight curvature and could be used for both chopping and stabbing. It had a single-sided blade, a thick back, a cold and intimidating edge, and a sharp point with a blood groove carved into it.

The handle is extra long, about sixty centimeters, and can be held with both hands.

Most of the blade head is sharp, while the root of the blade remains blunt. This makes it convenient for the user to hold the root of the blade to protect the blade when it is difficult to use a long sword in a small space for close combat.

Perhaps it was fate that Qi You took a liking to this knife hidden in the corner at first sight.

If the child is unable to control the knife in the future and just takes it home as a collection, it would be a disgrace to the knife.

Duan Anluo asked, "Are you sure you want this one? Don't want to change it?"

Qi You said firmly: "No need to change! I fell in love with it at first sight. Master, would it be bad to just take it? Do I need to give money to Master's wife?"

"This is his gift to you as your apprentice. It's free." Duan Anluo glanced at the dusty items in Si Cang's warehouse, thinking that Si Cang himself probably didn't even remember how much stuff was there. If it wasn't maintained, it would eventually break. He'd take it home and keep it. When Qi You grew up, if he couldn't use it anymore, he could trade it with another disciple.

Duan Anluo took the knife downstairs: "Si Cang, the kid likes this one."

Si Cang was placing his laptop on the desk by the window and said generously, "Take it."

Duan Anluo placed the knife on the table: "Take a look, the evil spirit was very strong just now, but now it looks like a piece of scrap metal."

Si Cang glanced up and said, "Qi You has a good eye." He tapped the blade with his fingers and said, "There is a sword spirit inside, which usually doesn't come out."

"What about the second one?"

"Search for a few Japanese sentences and play them to it."

Duan Anluo half-believed and half-doubted and played a movie clip. The moment the sound rang out, the blade suddenly became filled with murderous aura, and the sharp murderous aura made the blade buzz!

Duan Anluo quickly turned off the sound and looked at the knife in shock. Voice-controlled?

Si Cang explained, "It's the Qi Family Army Sword, the main weapon used in the anti-Japanese war. I pulled it out from a sealed ancient battlefield. It has already cultivated a sword spirit, but it doesn't have a scabbard."

"To kill the Japanese pirates?"

"Um."

Hearing this, Qi You's excited voice came from the phone: "I want this! Thank you, Master's wife!"

Si Cang paused. The way Duan Anluo called her "Master's Wife" was so easy to do, which showed that he often talked nonsense in front of his apprentice.

Duan Anluo put the knife back, planning to take it back when he left. When he returned to his room, he saw that Si Cang had already put his things away for him, and there were still many things that did not belong to him.

Duan Anluo walked slowly to Si Cang's side with a smile in his eyes, "Such a big house, you still want to sleep with me?"

Si Cang said confidently: "I can't sleep by myself."

"What do you do when you're on a mission?"

"I usually don't sleep when I'm on a mission."

Duan Anluo was speechless. No wonder he could sleep for a long time every time he came back to catch up on his sleep.

Si Cang reached out and took Duan Anluo's hand, looked up at Duan Anluo's disgusted expression, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Don't think too much, just be the same as before."

Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows. What does that mean?

Si Cang squeezed his fingers and stated a fact in a normal tone: "I want you, I will fight for you, you don't have to change anything."

Duan Anluo's fingers trembled, and he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against Si Cang's face in annoyance, "What kind of lewd words are these?"

He shook his hands, his fingertips numb. Could he say something like that? Could he?!

Si Cang took the pillow off his face and saw Duan Anluo's fleeing back. He frowned in confusion. When Duan Anluo teased him in the past, he dared to say anything, but he dared not listen?

He was telling the truth. As long as he was sure of what she wanted, he would fight for it, keep it by her side, and protect it fiercely. If he didn't fight for it, he would get nothing.

Duan Anluo lay down and silently recited a meditation mantra, then began to watch the variety show and read the fortunes of all the guests.

Si Cang was looking at those complicated tables again. Duan Anluo couldn't understand them and he wasn't interested either. The two of them didn't interfere with each other and it was indeed no different from before.

In the evening, Bai Ziyue sent a voice message to Duan Anluo: "Brother, I bought what you wanted."

"Send it to the president. I'll give you another task. Help me capture a Feng Shui master and send him to the president."

"Okay." Bai Ziyue felt something was wrong after replying. He had not used any of the things Duan Anluo gave him, and Duan Anluo had assigned him three tasks in the entire afternoon.

Duan Anluo replied, "Once this is done, it will be gone."

Bai Ziyue went to catch him happily. As a member of the God-killing Team, he could not beat the other members of the team, but catching the Feng Shui master was as easy as scratching his fingernails.

Duan Anluo looked at the time. It was time for dinner and his clients were about to arrive.

The two of them went out to find a small restaurant. Just after they finished eating, they received a call from Xiong Shengxi: "Master Duan, we are at the door."

Duan Anluo told him: "Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

They came in three cars, one for Xiong Shengxi, one for Xiong Shengxi's friend and wife, and one for his wife's parents and sister. It could be said that the whole family came out.

Originally, they hadn't wanted to come. During the time Xu Xiangling was fighting the lawsuit, she'd suffered from depression and her mental state hadn't been very good. After the scumbag died, the old woman calmed down, and Xu Xiangling gradually got better. In the past month, her family had assumed she was suffering from mental distress, leading to relapses, and they hadn't considered it as a metaphysical issue.

Xiong Shengxi strongly recommended Duan Anluo's ability. He also remembered that Duan Anluo had said not to tell anyone that he had met him. Xiong Shengxi only said that he knew a particularly powerful master. Xu Xiangling's family thought that the master was a kind-hearted Taoist priest, but they didn't expect him to be Duan Anluo's type.

Duan Anluo knew this would happen. The first thing he did when they met was to take out his ID, which was S-level and newly painted.

Xiong Shengxi was stunned. He remembered that Duan Anluo had taken out an A-level weapon two days ago. Had it been upgraded again? As expected of Master Duan!

Xu Xiangling's family members were immediately amazed: He has achieved such great success at such a young age, no wonder Xiong Shengxi boasted all the way on the road!

Duan Anluo couldn't help but frown when he saw Xu Xiangling. The ghostly aura around this girl was so thick that it was almost like that of a dead person. Her face was haggard, her eyes were dull, and she looked completely emaciated.

Xu Xiangling's spirit almost collapsed. She dared not sleep, and even if she did, she could not sleep well. In her dreams, she was always stared at by a pair of cold and greedy eyes. Especially at night, the strange sedan chair would always appear in her dreams with the beating of gongs and drums, getting closer and closer.

Duan Anluo placed his hand above Xu Xiangling's head, put his five fingers together, and sucked away the ghost energy from her body. A red thread tied to her marriage gradually became clearer as the ghost energy was sucked away.

At the other end of the red line, there was a ball of deathly energy. Judging from the breath, the person had died long ago.

Duan Anluo's face turned cold. Using a living person for a ghost marriage directly touched his sore spot!

After the ghost energy in her body was sucked away, Xu Xiangling felt like a mountain had been lifted off her shoulders. Although she looked listless, there was a visibly bright look in her eyes.

She looked at her nervous family and tried to put on a smile, "I'm much better."

Everyone in the family was delighted. The effect was so immediate! He was indeed an S-level master!

Xiong Shengxi puffed out his chest proudly, "Of course the master I introduced is awesome."

Duan Anluo asked Xu Xiangling: "Have you picked up anything recently?"

"No." Xu Xiangling said firmly: "I might lose something, but I will never pick it up."

Her family gives her a lot of pocket money and her salary is not low. She often buys things and buys new ones when she loses one. She won't pick up things she sees on the road.

"Who else knows your birth date? You've been arranged into a ghost marriage."

Xu Xiangling's sister gritted her teeth and said, "Her ex-boyfriend's mother knew that the old lady was sick and insisted on asking a master to calculate the date for the engagement!"

Xu Xiangling's parents were also angry, "It's not over yet! Even after death, there's still no peace!"

"Master, if he dares to come tonight, you'll beat him to death! We'll give you extra money!"

Duan Anluo did sense a strong vapor within the ghostly aura. He wasn't sure if it was that man.

He comforted her, "It's okay. I'll take a look at it tonight and first confirm who is on the other end of the ghost marriage."

Now that the bridal sedan has arrived, he must marry someone. Duan Anluo pinched the red string, which was quite long. It would be a pity to marry only one, so he should at least marry him a whole family.

The author has something to say:

Someone in my family is sick, so I haven't been able to write for a while. QAQ

Thanks to the fairies who throw bombs. There are several treasures thrown in every chapter. Yesterday I saw some treasures thrown in deep water. I am sorry for the expense. Thank you, treasures!